I've written a piece titled, "Queer Immigrants, the Shackles of Love, and the Invisibility of the Prison Industrial Complex," for the forthcoming anthology, Captive Genders: Trans Embodiment and the Prison Industrial Complex, due out from AK Press in August 2011. Eric Stanley is interviewing some of the contributors for a series on the press website, and the first one features Ralowe T. Ampu and yours truly.

On January 8, The Washington Times reported that Mike Huckabee supported amending the constitution so that children born in the US to “illegal aliens” could not automatically become American citizens. On January 9, the same paper reported Huckabee’s denial that he supported any such measure.

By the time you read this, a vastly over-inflated moment of queer hype will have sputtered and gasped to its inevitable end. The events following Larry Kramer's March speech now constitute a tempest in a teacup. But they did draw out some strong emotions, not all of them articulated in the kind of grandstanding we witnessed in the photographs of self-proclaimed AIDS activists in ACT UP t-shirts.

The recent California decision on gay marriage fills me with dread—dread at the schlock I know is awaiting me during this Pride month and afterwards; dread about hearing all the triumphant rhetoric about “equality;” and dread that queers are going to speak about marriage as some kind of dream fulfilled. Again.